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В този албум напишете дълги предълги стихове като нишки развити…

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В този албум напишете дълги предълги стихове като нишки развити.
В тях много лошо може да има, може би,  както и хубаво много.
Кое е добро или зло в този свят на разкошни и ярки събития!
Аз Ви моля, бъдете правдива и вярвайте в дяволи, щом почитате бога.
Ако вярвате в дяволи, в тез, дето смях и нежност погубват,
знайте, че има и духове земни, духове плахи, сякаш намеци бледни,
но след Вашия зов те ще дойдат при Вас и ще се Ви залюбят,
и в дълги предълги стихове ще Ви шепнат приказки - истински и вълшебни.

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